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Working Girl 16
By
Susan Brown
"What's up?" "Oh God, oh God, oh God!"
"O hell, don't go all religious on me. Tell me what's wrong?"
I shakily handed the letter over to Sheila. I wasn't panicking, I'm
sure I wasn't, not really, I mean panicking... no, no, I was OK.
"Ah, this could be interesting."
"Interesting, is that all you can say. I turn up there, dressed all
girly like, strip my clothes off, the doctor sees my meat and two veg
and all you can say is that it's interesting."
"Don't panic."
I... am... not... panicking."
"Look honey", said Sheila sitting on the bed in her best, Florence
Nightingale mode, "you are getting this all out of proportion. Just
go in, sit down, explain that you are in transition and that you are
physically male but prefer the female gender role."
"You've been reading stuff on the internet again, haven't you?"
"Don't say it like I have been looking at porn. When your little
problem arose, I thought that it would be a good idea to have a look
at the stuff about it on the net. I know all about gender dysphoria
and everything now. Well, enough anyway."
"What is that? Have I got it and will it hurt?"
"Don't go all, hypochondriac on me. It's just a term used for people
with your proclivities."
"Pro what? Oh forget it; you're trying to confuse me with those big
words again. Look, it's all very well you saying that it will be all
sweetness and light when I go to see the doctor, but it's me who has
to go through this, not you."
"I'm sure that it will be OK. You are just letting your imagination
run away with you."
I was not convinced, but I couldn't do anything about it.
2
Next morning I woke up with vague wisps of a dream; doctors holding
BIG syringes, straight-jackets and leering nurse Ratchett types...
with a shake I cleared my head, slightly. Coming to the realisation
that two things were happening today.
First I did have to see a doctor and... I didn't want to think of
the consequences of that, then I was going to work in an office... as
a girl!
You can imagine, gentle and patient reader, I was just a trifle
reluctant to get out of bed.
Eventually I got up. Sheila was at work, so I didn't have her moral
support.
I stumbled to the bathroom, looked at the mirror and saw my sleep
ravaged face staring back at me. With a small grimace and ignoring
the building tension, I sat down for my early morning wee.
After sighing umpteen times a small tinkle developed, I wiped myself
down there, stood up, took my nightie off and had a shower.
Very carefully shaved my legs under the shower and washed my hair,
not forgetting to use the conditioner, of course.
As I dried myself off, I wondered what I should wear. I wanted to
look like a girl going to the office. I had a few nice things that I
could wear now. Sheila had dragged me around the shopping centre
after the shock of opening the letter.
My mind went back to that previous afternoon and I shuddered.
She had made me buy several skirts and blouses, some dresses, bras
and knickers.
I got fed up with changing rooms. I was embarrassed at seeing all
that naked flesh (other than mine) and not knowing where to point my
eyes, while I tried on more and more clothes. It was the one thing
that I still found boring, buying clothes. Perhaps it's a girl thing
that I haven't quite mastered yet. Or maybe you're born to it.
After what seemed like hours we had gone up to the coffee shop and
after getting our drinks and some nice big knickerbocker glories, We
took the drinks and ice creams, looking really tasty in the tall
glasses, over to a table and we sat and watched the world go by.
It was nice to get off my aching feet; heels must have been designed
by men; women wouldn't be that stupid!
We got hit on by a couple of Neanderthals as we sat and sipped our
cappuccinos and scooped the ice cream out of the glasses with long
spoons.
"Hi girls," said one blockhead, "It's your lucky day."
"And why would that be?" said Sheila, disdain dripping from her voice.
"We are here to cheer your little lives up', said Neanderthal 2.
"I can see you boys are a bit on the shy and retiring side and I
don't want to hurt your feelings or anything but please, piss off."
I just sat there, eyes wide in admiration listening to a real pro at
work.
"Come on love, you know that we're the best thing you're going to
see in this dismal dump today. What say we go grab a flic or
something eh?" said N1.
"I like the sound of that, especially the 'something,'" said N2.
"What part of piss and off don't you understand? Anyway girls like
us are not in any way, shape or form interested in men, no sorry,
little boys like you. Now run off to your mummy before I call
security."
I was getting lower and lower in my seat, and my head was now in
line with the table. Sheila was a bit anti men at the moment what
with the problems she had recently experienced with her ex, she could
be a bit unpredictable and I just wanted to stay out of the firing
line. I think that I would prefer to play 'ring around a rosy' with
gelignite than be anywhere near Sheila when she was in a strop.
But they just did not get it. The warning signs were there. Sheila
was smiling and looking reasonable. She was tapping her fingers
gently on the table; all very bad signals. Thick sods!
It had gone strangely quiet. The only people unaware that there was
a problem were the two boys. Most of the people at the other tables
had gone quiet and were staring at us in unashamed nosiness.
"Come on girls, you know it makes sense. Lets face it, we're the
best chance today of you having a good time. What are you, frigid or
somefin?"
There was a pregnant pause, and then it happened.
Sheila must have had some mystical training from a martial arts
expert from Tibet or somewhere windswept and foreign. It happened so
quickly.
Sheila picked up our knickerbocker glories and in a blink and it's
over motion, chucked the contents with unerring accuracy over the two
wasters.
One second the boys were standing there, wearing reasonably clean
tee shirts and jeans, with self satisfied smirks on their faces and
the next, they were covered in strawberry, vanilla and chocolate ice
cream.
They were somewhat stunned and didn't react for a few seconds. The
mixture of melting ice cream on their hair and faces now cascading
gently down onto their tee-shirts made me giggle nervously, probably
mild hysteria on my part.
"YOU BITCH!"
"YOU COW!"
They started to grab at Sheila who was wielding her handbag like an
offensive weapon when there was a cough...
"Excuse me ladies, but is something wrong?"
I looked up from my semi prone, almost under the table position and
saw two rather hefty security guards looming over us. They must breed
them big in this shopping centre as they both looked over six foot
six inches tall.
The two boys looked distinctly uncomfortable as they dripped ice
cream onto the nice shiny floor.
Sheila was the first to speak.
"These, erm... gentlemen were bothering us and making rather rude
remarks. I felt threatened as I thought that they might attack us, so
I threw the ice cream at them. Isn't that right Toni?"
"Eek."
One of the security guards took my coherent answer as confirmation
and in seconds the lads were being dragged away, shouting and cursing
their innocence, for some not so gentle interrogation down in the
dungeons or somewhere.
Sheila looked at me.
"Get up off the floor Toni; it's not ladylike. Shall I order another
knickerbocker glory?"
I got myself up a little awkwardly, dusted myself down and sat
opposite her again. I didn't know girls could get that aggressive.
She scared me sometimes. There was a sort of unearthly thing about
her that was decidedly not of this world.
"Um, yes please," I squeaked.
She got up and ambled over to the counter. People got out of the way
like in that film, you know, the one about Charlton Heston with a
long beard, parting the sea or something.
Anyway a lady cleaner came over, chuckling to herself as she cleaned
the mess off the floor.
"Game one, that." She said with a nod Sheila's way. "Those boys are
bad ones. They're always here, mucking about, frightening the girls.
They got banned last year for pinching stuff. They never learn.
Stupid gits."
The woman finished doing her stuff and ambled off again, just as
Sheila came back with the ice creams.
"There we are, get your face into this."
We ate in silence. The food area gradually went back to normal.
"Um, Sheila."
"Yes, hon?"
"Didn't you worry about your continuing health when those boys
started and you finished the argument like that?"
She laughed.
"No, they were pussycats compared to some I have to deal with in A&E
on a Saturday night."
"Oh."
3
My mind snapped back to the present. My daydreaming meant that I had
to get a rush on.
I grabbed a cream silky blouse and black skirt, matching jacket,
some knickers, a bra, tights and black low heel shoes and then put
them all on the bed.
In a few moments, I was over at the dressing table applying my
makeup. This was getting easier and easier to do and in less than ten
minutes I had painted my face on.
Another ten minutes saw me dressed, hair brushed and out of the
door. I had avoided breakfast as I thought that I probably wouldn't
be able to keep it down.
I caught the bus at the end of the road. I found a seat at the back
that was free and I looked again at the letter from the doctors.
I knew where I was going, as the surgery was just off the high
street, not far from the office where I was going to work.
My heart did flip flops, thinking of my ordeal ahead. If I was a
drinker, now would be time for a stiff one.
All too soon, the bus stopped at the high street. I got off and
walked slowly towards the doctors' surgery. I looked at my watch.
Five minutes to my appointment.
I soon found myself outside the surgery, took a deep breath, girded
my loins, whatever the hell that meant and walked in.
The place was empty. I was expecting tons of sick people slumped on
seats, coughing and spluttering and possibly twitching a little as
well.
Instead, I was in a tasteful waiting room, with deep comfy chairs
dotted here and there, coffee table with glossy magazines in the
centre and a small table in the corner with a small, old fashioned,
brass bell on it.
I walked over to the table; the plush deep red carpet deadening the
sound of my shoes as I went.
There was a note on the table in front of the bell. It said "Please
ring for assistance'.
I very tentatively rang the bell, the small tinkle sounded deafening
to me in the quiet room and I jumped slightly at the noise.
A door creaked open in the corner and a woman in a white coat came
into the room.
"Hello, are you Ms Summers?"
"Um, yes."
"Gosh, you are punctual. Right, come this way, please."
I followed her out into a corridor and into another room. It was
clearly some sort of changing room.
"Right, erm Toni is it? Yes, well could you please take all your
clothes off and put one of the gowns on from over there."
She vaguely pointed at some folded items of clothing on a table in
the corner of the room.
"I need to explain something," I said, in desperation.
"No time now, the doctor is very busy and has other appointments.
Please ring the bell when you're changed."
"But."
"Just ring, when you're ready."
She left the room in a hurry, leaving me somewhat upset, to say the
least.
I took all my clothes off and changed into the gown. It wasn't very
pretty.
I felt very exposed and draughty at the back and I was not a happy
bunny.
I rang the bell and a few minutes later the woman came in.
"Good, all fixed? Let's get you into the doctor."
"But... "
"If you have any questions, just ask the doctor."
I gave up. She just was not going to listen to me. I followed her
with a large amount of trepidation out of that room, down the
carpeted corridor and into another room.
It was obviously an examination room with all the usual stuff, you
know torture instruments, drugs, needles pills, severed limbs... well
perhaps not that but I had watched House MD recently and it kind of
put me off doctors of any kind and what with my very recent accident
and the traumatic time spent in hospitals, I was slightly biased
against the medical profession.
"Just sit here. The doctor will be with you in a moment."
With that she left the room, leaving me in a state bordering on mild
hysteria.
As usual, while I was waiting, my mind went into overdrive.
What if the doctor was angry and disgusted with me for pretending to
be a girl?
What if...
"Hello, Toni."
I looked around to see a pleasant looking female doctor. She seemed
about thirty years old. She had a white doctor's coat on, medium
brown hair and a gentle smile.
"Erm, hello doctor."
She sat down at her desk, looked at a file of papers, put them down
and then turned to me.
"Ok Toni. You received a letter from us about the medical. It's not
going to hurt you or anything like that. It's just that these stuffy
life insurance people don't trust anyone not to drop dead, making
them pay out thousands, something they don't want to do unless they
have to. Just looking at you, you look pretty OK to me, but I have to
run a few tests just for forms sake."
She shuffled a few papers on her desk and then continued.
"First of all, I know it's embarrassing, but could you slip off your
gown and pop yourself on the couch over there as I need to give you a
gynaecological exam. I'm sure that you have had many before so know
it's a little uncomfortable but there is no need to worry. After
that, I'll take some blood and other things, sound your chest, prod
and poke you in various places and that will be it. Toni, are you OK?
You look pale."
I looked at her. She had a kind face. Perhaps she won't shout at me.
"I'm not a girl," I whispered.
"Pardon dear, I can't hear you."
I cleared my throat. I could feel a few tears go down my face,
hitting the starchy white gown like little bombs.
"I am not a girl."
"Sorry dear, it's a failing of mine. You are, of course a young
woman. A very pretty young wom... "
"I am a boy."
"Pardon me?"
"I am a boy," I said looking up through my tears at a face that
looked concerned and puzzled at the same time.
She looked at her papers and then looked up at me again.
"Are you transgendered?"
I nodded, not able to speak.
"Well, silly. Why didn't you tell me, letting me blunder on like
that."
"I tried to tell your receptionist, but she didn't give me a chance."
"Yes, sorry about that. She's agency. I've only had her a few days
and she's driving me mad. My normal girl is off with the flu."
"She said that you were in a hurry and had lots of appointments, so
if you want me to go..."
"One, I don't have lots of appointments, I pick and choose my hours
and the number of patients I see. Two, this isn't the NHS, I am
private and can charge extortionate fees to clients, who can well
afford it. Three, that woman will have to go. Anyway, enough about my
problems, lets talk about yours. I want you to sit there and tell me
all about yourself. Then and only then I will examine you. OK?"
I nodded.
"So tell me everything. I have a feeling that you have a few things
to, ah, get off your chest. I noticed by the way that you are still
wearing your bra. Breast forms?"
"Yes. Well, um... it all started with a letter... "
I told her all my adventures, if you want to call them that. The
misunderstandings; dressing for the first time; going out dressed as
a girl; finding that I liked the way I looked and felt; realising
that I liked myself better as a girl than a boy. Then I told her
about the interview with my uncle and the shocking revelations. Then
I explained about what happened when I had the accident and finally
the incident in the shopping centre with those two idiots.
"Well you have been through it, haven't you? I take it you have not
discussed your gender problems with a doctor yet?"
"No, my friend, Sheila has told me that I must do that before I make
any final decisions."
"Very wise. Why do you feel more like a girl than a boy? After all,
you have been a boy most of your life. Just putting on pretty clothes
and liking them doesn't mean that you are a girl, you know."
I struggled to put words to my feelings.
"It's just that I feel more complete as a girl. It's like before,
when I dressed and looked like a boy, I wasn't very good at it. I was
never good at boy's games. I was shy and withdrawn. I didn't like
rough and tumble. I was bullied a bit at school, but no more than
other kids. It wasn't a bad school really, all boys, no girls. I
thought I was OK when I was there but, looking back, I was a square
peg in a round hole. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yes I do. Do you feel more comfortable with being a girl then?"
"Yes, it's like I've spent most of my life being something that I'm
not. I like the way I look now and how other people seem to like me.
I'm not so shy and I have friends. I never had many friends before,
as a boy. I feel as if my life has just started."
The Doctor looked at her watch.
"OK, we'll talk more another time. Let's do the exam."
As promised, she prodded and poked me. She then got me up on the
couch, did a thorough examination of me, including my little boys
toys and yuk, rectum! Finally, she made me wee in a small bottle,
took about an armful of blood and then told me to get dressed.
"Come back here when you are dressed and we'll finish things up for
today. All right?"
I nodded and walked to the changing room, quickly got dressed and
then went back into the exam room.
The doctor was writing on her pad as I came in and she motioned me
to a chair.
"Won't be a tick."
She finished writing and then turned to me.
"OK Toni, that's all your tests done. You look very lovely, by the
way. You will have absolutely no problems passing. Now back to your
medical, I don't think that you have any problems regarding your
health that need concern you. I will be sending your samples to the
lab and we should get a result in a few days, but I'm not too
concerned that anything is likely to drop off you in the near future.
However, you need to address the conflicts that you have with your
gender. I see quite a few people with problems of this nature, but I
am not an expert. I can put you in touch with a doctor that
specialises in this and she will help you with any permanent
decisions you may wish to make. She is a lovely lady and I highly
recommend her. Would you like me to give her a call?"
I thought for a moment and then just nodded.
"OK."
She picked up the phone, dialled a number and waited a few seconds.
"Hi, Sally, it's June. How are you? Kids? Great; look I have a young
lady here, who needs to talk to someone about her M to F gender
situation. Could you see her? When are you free? Hah, tell me about
it."
Doctor June, looked at me and smiled while we waited.
"Thanks Sal. Yes, I'll see if that's OK."
She turned to me.
"She can see you on Saturday morning at nine. Is that OK with you?"
"Yes please."
"Sal, Saturday at nine is fine. See you at the squash club on
Thursday, bye."
She put the phone down.
"Well, Toni, things are moving in a positive direction for you. Are
you happy?"
"More relieved really. Its nice to have people that are willing to
help me."
"The trouble is, there are a lot of kids out there, who can't or
won't get the help for whatever reason. Too often they harm
themselves and that's a tragedy. Anyway, you have a job to go to and
that stupid receptionist needs a few words spoken to her, so push off
now and I'll let you know when the exam results come in."
She stood up and we shook hands and I left.
As I walked out of the building I felt happier than I had done for a
long time. I was making decisions on my life now and not being pushed
>from pillar to post by events outside my control.
I walked the few blocks to the office building where I hoped I would
be working for quite some time, took a deep breath and walked through
the doors.
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